bad days are yet to come
no where left for you to run
do you praise the setting sun
do you hide yourself from everyone
i've been down and out
my mind is weak and my souls gone south
the door is locked and i can't get out
and there's something running through my house
hope you find that pot of gold at the end of the black light rainbow
no where left for you to run
do you praise the setting sun
do you hide yourself from everyone
i've been down and out
my mind is weak and my souls gone south
the door is locked and i can't get out
and there's something running through my house
hope you find that pot of gold at the end of the black light rainbow